#tori

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#stories #fairies

Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother. ↗

— John Connolly

#fantasy #stories #fairies

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#self-image #sense-of-self #stories #storytelling #story

Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on. ↗

— China Miéville

#secrets #stories #gossip

To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#historians #literature #description

Roland glares at Connor and Connor glares back. Then he says what he always says at moments like this. "Nice socks." Although Roland doesn't look down right away, it derails him just enough for him to back off. He doesn't check to see if his socks match until he thinks Connor isn't looking. And the moment he does, Connor snickers. Small victories are bet­ter than none. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#small-victories #socks #victories #victory #victory

There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#africa #pilot #stories #women #doubt

All stories are true. But some of them never happened. ↗

— James A. Owen

#perspective #stories #perspective

Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but which look pretty when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and in the elegant way that they connect to one another, each to each. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#story #connection

A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them... ↗

— William Petersen

#adventure-stories #fiction #fiction-writing #thrillers #unicorns